Two people independently told me the idea of the poem is good, but there is something wrong with it. They didn't tell me what.
The basement bulb goes out, I lack a spare My cat licks my ice cream, I'm OK to share My laptop gives my face a glow I'm wrapped up in a magic flow I imagine leaving the world of men through Moria to Caras Galadren float this door to the Arduin shore reclaim my wonder there once more. Take me to Lothlorien I'll meet you in an elven glen we'll stand on Amroth Cerin and see our realm, the gem within Come Pearl Maiden, to that mystic land Please cross Mirkwood, I'll lend my hand We'll walk the grass, we'll scale the height Gain audience with Galadriel the White. I've only met you online so far In a fantasy book club, wherever you are You might live in a basement too But make it here and I'll meet you. A! Elbereth Gilthoniel! silivren penna míriel o menel aglar elenath, Gilthoniel, Albaness Tirath. So take me to Lothlorien Away from the stressful world of men We'll share our love of legends made In this land, we're not afraid. For Celeborn has the elven ring He hides this land from the evil king If you make it here, then I’ll meet you And hopefully my cat comes too!
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